Behind my broken gaze,
I fight back the tears.
My face contorting,
With the pain of what had been lost in the forgotten years.
My heart pounds in my chest,
Getting ready to break.
I fall to the floor,
As my mind begins to ache.
My stomach gets weak,
As the news begins to set in.
At that same moment,
A new life will begin.
A life more promising,
And full of hope.
One that will, perhaps,
Teach me how to cope.
My mind wanders free –
At those memories of you and me.
Somehow finding some good,
In the wreckage's debris.
I can hear your voice
As the narrator in my head.
You may be gone in body,
But in spirit you're never dead.